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I can hear familiar, vague memories floating around. It’s like how the specs of dust now settle in your absence. Euphoric laughter, it somehow still pours from the warm, wallpapered walls that made this house a home.

 

A House Without a Home explores an unoccupied house, stuck in time which depicts; a view of gradual change and the process and stages of grief. 

 

A visual slice of my second home, my grandparents, who were kindred spirits and showed me love that I’ll forever be grateful for. My forever home.